Baby - Bellamy Blake

SEVEN

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The purr of the panther echoed in the air as it slowly creeped up to the group of Seven. Freya grabbed her knife from her shorts pocket and held in a tight grip. Bellamy's hand held her close as they all eyed the black animal

" Maybe it wasn't us who they are trying to catch," Freya mumbled to the crispy air.

With a leap, the panther charged out the woods toward the small group. Freya yelped as she ducked down to her knees and out of Bellamy's tight grip. Her hands went over her head, and her breathing became almost unnatural.

A gunshot was heard as Wells held the gun up at the animal. Freya watched as the panther ran around, trying to avoid the bullets and get his meal. When the gun cocked again but no bullets came out, Freya cursed on her breath.

Bellamy helped the girl off her knees and held her into his chest when the panther jumped into a bush. Freya breathed heavily, almost wheezing by the time she stood up completely again. Bellamy turned her face to his and pushed her hair out of her face, almost relaxing her tense limbs

Suddenly, Freya was knocked from Bellamy's tight arms, causing her knife to fling out of her hands a little ways from her side. The heavy weight on her chest added to her breathing problems as she began to cough. Looking up, she found herself face to face with the yellow eyes of a panther

" Don't move, Freya," Wells yelled from somewhere Freya couldn't see.

Despite his words, Freya lifted her knee, jamming it into the panthers side. The animal whimpered as it fell off her, letting her rush to grab her knife. Once her fingers were wrapped around the cool metal, she turned to face the animal.

It stood on its four legs once again and snarled its teeth in her direction. When it lunged at her, Freya jumped out the way while letting her knife glide across the animals throat. The feeling of the skin tearing and the veins cutting in half was felt throughout the blade and up Freya's arm. Its red blood coated her skin in a warm blanket that made her shutter as she lay on the floor wheezing

" Holy Shit! " Murphy laughed, throwing his hands into his hair. Bellamy was the first to her side checking her for any injuries from the incident. When he didn't see any, a small breath was released from his throat. Clarke jumped to Freya's other side, taking note of her hard breathing

" Hey, Hey, you need to breathe," Clarke said to Freya while grabbing her wrist as holding her fingers to her pulse. She waited until Freya's heart began to slow before she cupped the girls face and looked in her eyes. " Even out your breathing, okay? "

" I'm okay." Freya wheezed out with a small wince at the dryness in her throat.

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" There're back! " A delinquent shouted when the group came through the forest line and into view. Monty came rushing forward with worry etched on his face